So, I'm sure there are a lot of threads posted out there about suicidal feelings, and it makes me feel sad that other people feel that way. But here I am sitting by my computer feeling the same way. If you don't feel like reading/helping me and listening to a long story then you are not obliged to read on. I'm seventeen years old. Many people tell me that I have so much to live for, but it is hard to believe when I look back on my past and what has happened prior to me posting this. My dad decided that he was sick of my depression and had enough of me when I overdosed recently. He stopped caring, he really did. Now, I'm not going to go into detail as to how I was found when I overdosed, but all I'm wishing now is that I was never found. I feel so lonely, so abandoned. I feel like there is nothing out there, no one out there. I moved out of my dad's and moved in with my manager at my work. So far I'm getting along with everyone, but I can't help but feel that I have intruded on their lives. And all it seems is that I am a burden on them. I don't want to cause people pain, so I turn to the only thing that seems plausible. Suicide. If I end it now people would be so much better off. I mean it might cause pain to some for a little while, but in the long run they will thank me for what I did. I have PTSD(post traumatic stress disorder) and along with that comes flashbacks. I'm not sure if this is related to PTSD but I can picture clear images of something happening. For example right now I can see myself going upstairs and taking an overdose. But this time not failing. I can picture it so well, I can taste the pills slide down my throat chased with water. Why is this all so clear to me? Perhaps it's a sign that I should go through with it. Yes, I do believe it is a sign. I want to turn to this, so in a way this is my last note to the world. So if you are suicidal and you are reading this, please..be strong, and hang in there. Don't be a fool like me.